Who are they - RPLOG
From Rusted Promises
Participants
Date
24/10/475
Log
So there have been a few raids, farms, villages, fishing vessals, even missing scouts are starting to pop up. But there is no sure fire way to find who is causing, some MINOR rumors of Cliffsiders have been spotted to the north, but this is to the east. The hills in this area are with in view distance from an approaching group but small things like people are impossible to see from the city. The echos of what sounds like mining, and metal work ring down into the valley towards the city.
Whiskey would most likely be traveling with someone or someone's, the priest not one to go alone as he comes out to check out the rumors of trouble. The ringtail had lept at the chance to get his nose out of transcribing and reading messages from the Creators, the chance to stretch his legs one he couldn't pass up.
Kilsa is in her full battle gear as she begins to travel to the nearest farms to the village, considering many of her orphanges come from events like this. Her eyes are hard as she begins to walk the trails near the hills, her mind reeling from the ideal of someone anyone attacking civilans first. Hoping that this is just a bandit group she can put down and notices a ringtail cat in the distance, she waves to see if they are friendly or not.
Bite travels towards the source of the sound, slithering along at a hurried pace. She has heard plenty of rumors and intends to find out the truth for herself, and possibly snag some extra crowns along the way. Her drab outfit ill fitting at this time, she seems to have lost a bit of weight. She begins prepping an explosive spell as she moves along.
Zevran is soaring through the air, moving towards the source of the odd sound. He spots a few beings on one of the roads below him, and glides down towards them. He lands a few feet ahead of them, hoping not to startle them. He doesn't seem to be wearing any armor or carrying any weapons, clad only in brown trousers. "Did all of you come to investigate that noise too?" He asks them.
Those that have heard this sound will know what they are about to walk into, "tick.. tick... tick.... tick.... the sound of heavy metal hitting heavy metal. The sound is loud enough, but it seems there are three sets of them.
Whiskey lifts his paw and waves back at the figure (Kilsa), the mage/priest smiling at the chance for company on this trek. His ears catch the sound of metal on metal and casts his attention that way, before gesturing for Kilsa and Bite to come over. Then to Zevran he says, "It would seem so... my escort had to bow out at the last moment, but this couldn't wait.. seems a good thing I didn't." He leans on his staff while he talks to Zevran, waiting for the other two to come over and join them.
Kilsa notices a few familiar faces beforing hearing the odd sound, "Do you all hear that?" She asked looking around around for the source of thiat noise. "Hmmm. Hello, Sir...?" She asked to Whiskey a little unsure if she met the smaller creature or not. "I'm Kilsa Ironsoul, Would you happen to know who has been causing a distrubance in the local villages and farms in this area?" She asked a little hopeful.
Bite looks over Whiskey and smiles. "Hey there sssweetie." she hisses before offering Kilsa a hug. She listens to the sounds. Beyond investigation there is nothing to be done, mining takes place all over nowadays, there is no reason a few people couldn't be working on a deposit. "I'm not sure what to make of this."
Zevran gives Kilsa and Bite a friendly nod, but is unsure if they would recognize him in his Griffon form. He then tilts his head slightly and listens to the noise for a few seconds. "I think I've heard that noise before, but I can't place it." He notes as he continues trying to figure out where he had heard the noise before. It only takes another second before he remembers, and his expression becomes one of alarm. "Just get ready to move!" He exclaims urgently, tensing his muscles incase he needs to jump out of the way. He keeps his gaze skyward, as though expecting something to fall out of the air. The thought that his behavior might seem odd to the others never crosses his mind.
Whiskey shakes his head to answer Kilsa's inquiry. "I go by Whiskey of the Clever Clan," and grins at the sweetie title, before continuing. "Not sure either. It didn't quite sound like metal on stone, so mining does't come to mind...." he looks to Zevran and cocks his ears a bit (and those ears are plenty big enough to be noticed doing so), and he looks to the direction that the sound is coming from. "Ah... alright," and then under his breath throws a quick prayer to the Creators on their behalf, even as his staff is picked off of his shoulder and held at a casual, but ready stance.
Kilsa hugs the smaller serpent in a vice grip, "Oh how I've missed working with you friend." She smiled before turning to Whiskey, "A male of the cloth, forgive me for not looking more carefully at you." She gave a small nod to him before looking around. "I think we should figure it out because it may be a clue to the problems in this area."
Bite simply becomes ready to dodge, her spell already prepped, she can do little more to get ready for battle. "I've missed you too, what are we trying to avoid?"
The sounds of metal to metal suddenly stop, then then LOVELY almost explosive sound of wa-chunk, times three, and then the scream and smoking flying masses are sent air borne, but it's quite clear they are not being aimed at the group approaching.
Zevran looks towards the rest of the group. "Trebuchet. By the sounds of it, they are loading at least three of them. They are firing explosives." He explains, before hearing the sound of the trebuchets firing. He looks towards the smoking masses that are now airborne. "It seems they aren't targetting us, though." He notes, seeming to relax a bit.
Whiskey blinks a bit as he looks at the flying masses, "Ah... wonderful," his ears falling flat. "Ok.. you don't target open fields..." and looks behind him to see how far off cliffside is, and if the trajectories of the explosives seem to take it that way. "They got to get shut down, now."
Kilsa growls, "We need to stop them." She began ot follow the trajectories of the last shots, "Anyone who wants help I would welcome it." She looked at Bite knowing that she could count on her friend as she walked towards whatever was attacking.
The path is obvious as all three land in different districts of the capital, there are loud bangs that echo from each strike, The tick, tick, tick; begins seconds after they are fired. It's obvious the intent of the people firing the weapons now.
Zevran tracks the trajectories of the projectiles to their point of impact in the city. "I'll help. I'm just disappointed I left my big sword at home. I suppose my claws will have to do." He replies to the badger, his attitude probably recognizable even if his form isn't. He walks a bit faster to catch up to Kilsa. "We should probably hurry, though. The less shots they fire, the better." He adds, breaking into a jog.
Whiskey winces as he sees those projectiles land and says, "Let's move. If you've some fire magics of your own, work up a spell here so as soon as the weapons come into sight, detonate the payloads right on the arms. Double benifet if you can hit the guy on the level and keep him from firing." He starts moving towards the trebuchet's, as quickly as he can. "That'll be the easiest way to knock them out."Hopefully."
